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nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills
whose song bids me
follow the spirit
of you
entwined as we are
in consummate truth
i see you dancing
beneath the elm tree
with boughs your
dance partner
forever & free
as you slip transparent
from my view
the music plays softly
as it is never adieu
from the lemon bush
filtering meringue
soft dreams
to the orange orchard
citrus scenes
i knew you loved me
before i became a whisper
& held me near
before the dance…
taste of cinnamon cinders
nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills
Ā© June 2013
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
i knew you loved me
before i became a whisper
& held me near
before the danceā¦nice….really like that section…and all the focus on scent…and visual…like this much…smiles.
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Thanks Brian! Your comments mean alot. You are quite the gifted writer and I have so enjoyed reading your posts.
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Oh this is delightful, so light and airy what a moment I was in…I too loved this line…
i knew you loved me
before i became a whisper
& held me near
before the danceā¦
taste of cinnamon cinders
Beautiful!
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Thank you.! Your visit is appreciated.
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What a treat. The poem is lovely and look at all this gold: your new header and background … and the illustration for the poem is a summer delight.
The sixth stanza is my fave.
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Thank you always for such encouragement. I so love your writing. It flows and is seemingly so easy for you. I feel I struggle at times and it is when I am most tired that I write without that feeling. Odd. So, I must write as though I am really tired when I am not. LOL
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So very beautiful, call me a cultural pessimist , like most lefties, but is there a serpent somewhere in this garden of Eden ?
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Thank You and perhaps just a hint. After I’d written it I saw it there and decided to leave it in.
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I love the way you started and ended the poem with the same verse. Very effective. “as you slip transparent from my view the music plays softly
as it is never adieu” – something very comforting about those words.
dropping by from dVerse linkup
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Thanks Suzy and for dropping by from dVerse.
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Oh Renee, you have sprinkled your Summer brush with words and fragrances over your poem .. Beautiful I felt I was dancing across the meadow…
Wishing you lots of love and a hope you find time to drink in the fragrant blossoms of those Summer blooms
Lots of love sent your way… Thinking of you…. Hugs Sue xoxox
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Thanks Sue. Still training and will be for quite some time so running a little bit on empty but doing alright. I appreciate your visits. xoxox
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ah..the cinnamon and lavender…a feast for the senses…love the dance-like flow as well
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Thank you Claudia. I am trying to incorporate more of this into my writing.
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Beautiful sensory piece of writing, Renee.
Pamela
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Thanks Pamela! I’ve been busy training on a new computer system at work so have missed coming to visit but need to post a little something at times. I miss writing.
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Lovely imagery – lemon, lavender, cinnamon, orange orchard ~
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Thank you Grace. My memories are filled with these.
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Beautiful images. I had to look up whippoorwills, and was delighted to discover it’s a nightjar!
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Renee, you’ve created an enchanting atmosphere in this lovely poem that is a delight for the senses.
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Thank you Victoria and for visiting.
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What a dream world you created with this beautiful poem.
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Thanks Marja. Hope this find you doing well and that your husband is also.
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This is beautiful and really speaks to me. My mother loved hollyhocks. I saw some growing wild at the park the other day.
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It’s the small points of nature’s beauty that can give comfort when we most need it and least expect it. I’m happy that you saw them. Thank You!
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Beautiful like a gorgeous summer’s day. š
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Thank you!
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Lovely. Whistful. The second to last stanza is so very touching.
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